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[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

*A certain being is sitting with his back against the well, reading a book with a plain red cover. He's humming tonelessly to himself as he flips pages and in general he seems exceedingly bored. A better distraction than the interminable tome would be welcomed.*

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[dee_lorean81]

Yeah, definitely. And they look just about perfect! [she waits for Eaten to get out before transforming back into her human form, then goes to grab a handful]

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

*He stretches, though he doesn’t need to, and takes down his hood. The bestial skull underneath it watches her eat through candle eyes for a second, but then Eaten is more concerned with collecting as many fruits as he can. Ancient teeth, some crudely replaced by obsidian, devour food they weren’t made for—but then he’s used to that.* I will have to remember this place. Back home we mostly get citrus unless you’re mad enough to visit Parabola. Most of the apples belong to Apples, who is far too busy trying to make perfect Hesperidian, and in any case is in London where only a few destitute Seekers dwell compared to Mutton Island or the Chapel.

Not that there aren’t ways, but I have more important things to focus on. No one cares if the Chapel has tea and coffee, much less strawberries.

[dee_lorean81]

[Dee noms her strawberries, taking little glances at Eaten as he eats his share -- it's a bit of a thing, watching such a frightening skull-face run sticky-red with strawberry juice. She nods as he mentions needing to remember this place] Yeah, I bet fresh fruit is in short supply down in the Neath. . . I'm surprised you can get citrus, honestly. And apples -- though I guess if there's someone dedicated to apples down there, that makes it a little easier. I guess Hesperidian is one of his -- okay, I know 'breeds' isn't the right word. . .types?

That's a shame. I know it's not a big priority, but -- still.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

Citrus keeps longer than a lot of fruit does. As for the Hesperidian, have you ever heard of the apples of the Hesperides? Apples of gold that make the eater immortal, or so the story goes. Mr Apples spends much of his time on Hesperidian cider and other unlikely methods of immortality. I hope he chokes on it. *A cracked laugh.* I wonder what happens to someone that chokes on the fruit of immortality.

[dee_lorean81]

Ahhhh -- I didn't know that. And I don't think I have -- unless those are the same golden apples as the one that helped introduce Paris and Helen and started off the Trojan War. Though, as far as I know, nobody tried to eat that one.

[she ponders that for a second] Probably they get stuck choking on it. Doesn't sound a pleasant way to spend eternity!

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

I believe it was. There are only so many golden apples in mythology.

Rather uncomfortable, yes. I'll see if I can make him find out.

[dee_lorean81]

I didn't want to assume, what with all the other stuff that gets repeated in myths. [thoughtfully] Wasn't there also a footrace with a princess some guy won because he kept rolling golden apples to distract her?

I guess it would be a fitting -- end? -- to the guy.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

I believe there was, yes. Presumably the same kind again.

Or lack of end.

[dee_lorean81]

Presumably. [she licks some strawberry juice from her fingers] And all of this is making me want some apples. The non-chokey kind.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

If you would like some then I can wait here for you--or come with you, if you'd prefer. *He takes another mouthful of strawberries, fruit that does not belong in that predator maw.*

[dee_lorean81]

It doesn't really matter to me -- if you want apples, you're welcome to come with. [although looking at his teeth, she can't help but think she should have found a good steak restaurant instead. Maybe another time]

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

*That might have mattered to him once, but anything edible and most things that aren't seem equally good as he is now.* Apples it is, then.

[dee_lorean81]

[yeah, he certainly doesn't seem to mind chowing down on as many strawberries as he can. . . Dee nods back at him and leads the way over to the little apple orchard. There's a variety of apples there -- Red Delicious, Granny Smith, Golden Delicious, Ambrosia -- take your pick! (Pun -- not originally intended, but there it is)]

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

*‘Ambrosia’ sounds promising, so Ambrosia it is. He eats them three or four at a time with juicy crunches, evidently enjoying himself.*

[dee_lorean81]

[Dee tries one too -- she has her fair share of juicy crunching, but it's nothing on Eaten's] Wow, that's good! I've only really had Red Delicious before.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

*He nods, too busy eating to really pay attention--you're just lucky he hasn't started to eat the trees. On the subject of food, as on that of revenge, Eaten makes--well no, no one can make Gollum's focus on the Ring look like nothing. But he does come close.*

[dee_lorean81]

[Dee can tell he's not really paying attention and decides to focus on finishing her apple. Honestly, she's just glad she was able to get one, given the single-minded dedication Eaten has to chowing them down!]

Managed to get my Parabolan Base-Camp together in the game, now I can finish the Chorister-Bomb

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

*Once the nearest tree is bare he refocuses for a moment. Whether he's focusing on anything she can understand is another question.* The desires of the heights are mirrored in the depths, it is true. Are the desires of the depths mirrored in the heights, however? Or do the depths have more powerful desires than the heights could dream of? I think my hunger is greater than any sun's.

Yaaaaay~

[dee_lorean81]

[ah, and now he's getting philosophical. Dee considers the question a moment] Well, if it's a mirror, you would think it would go both ways. . .but yeah, I think you're something special. If any sun was as hungry as you are, we'd all be in trouble.

And now I just have to finish the Ambition. Sadly one thing I need is only cheap at Christmas . . .

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

*Even here, where the world is quiet, his sanity is hanging by a thread: this is the best he's capable of right at the moment. We'll see if that clears up again any time soon.* But which is the reflection, and which is the truth? Or perhaps that question is meaningless and it's only a matter of your point of view.

The maw gapes. I am Truth, another shameful secret the Earth hides. *He picks himself up off the ground.* I would eat the stars if it were possible, but sunlight is much too great a danger. More strawberries, perhaps?

Ah, darn it -- that kinda sucks. Ah well, I'm sure you'll make it eventually

[dee_lorean81]

[Dee nods, letting him get it out of his system. She doesn't want to be the one to make that thread snap, after all] Could be just point of view -- the person on the other side of the mirror thinks you're the reflection and all that. I guess the only truth you can really know is your own.

[she nods again] Yeah, let's stick with strawberries for now. I can't eat stars either.

Yeah, Ambitions take a while. But mine is for Him, so I'm damn well going to do it.

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

You are but your reflection's 'flection? Yes, that makes sense. Perhaps I am but the reflection of Candles, dream that I have become. Winking Isle is surely not a real place. Or perhaps there are no real places, and everything is but the dreams of dreams.

Strawberries it is. *Back to the berry patch he goes. Food at least keeps him grounded slightly.*

Wouldn't be an Ambition otherwise! Good luck!

[dee_lorean81]

Sort of like how, on her first visit to Looking-Glass Land, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum said that the Red King was dreaming of Alice, when she was dreaming of Looking-Glass Land and all the rest. Reflections of reflections, dreams in dreams. . .we're all weird funhouse mirrors of something or other.

[and back to the strawberries, because Dee likes them too]

Thanks

[thelightontheedgeofsleep]

The realm of mirrors Is-Not for her world too, then? Or is it simply not in the more ordinary fashion?

*That's once thing they share at least.*

You're Welcome

[dee_lorean81]

Um. . .I dunno. You'd probably have to ask her. Honestly, the whole thing with Wonderland is weird, because according to the original books, it was all in her head, and Alice says those match up with her memories. . .but she first came into the Nexus through Wonderland, when she was in Rutledge. And now she can bring people there by walking through mirrors? [she shrugs] But then again, I'm a time-traveling DeLorean who got a human form when she was yanked through a dimensional portal, so. . .